flour fight

“go wash off your hands! you’re getting flour all over the counter!” said my dad. i could tell he was getting mad.

“wait wait wait! i have a great idea! let's have a flour fight! i mean, we have half-a-bag of flour in that box, and it’s all dirty, so why not use it?” Aidan asked.

“OMG that sounds AWESOME!” i screamed.

“no guys, it’s gonna get all over the grass, and you’ll be covered in flour.it’s too messy.” my dad answered.

“please dad, pleeeeeease! we promise to do it on the driveway! and we’ll wash it off after we promise!” pleaded aidan and i.

“oh, all right, but promise you won’t get the grass messy, any you’ll wash it off after?” he asked.

“yes! we promise!” we promised.

finally, we got to start our flour fight!

We took the heavy, overflowing box of flour down to our driveway, changed our clothes so that we didn't ruin clothes we care about, and started. since aidan had done this before at summer camp, he explained the rules to me.

“basically the only rule is that there are no rules, and try not to aim for the eyes. so yeah, let's start.” aidan said

“Okay. Ready, Set, Go!” i screamed.

And we started! i grabbed the biggest handful of flour possible, and chucked it in aidan’s direction. as i did this, he took a handful and threw it all over my face. then i grabbed a smaller amount and got it all in his hair.

“aaaaaaaacchoooooo!” i sneezed.

we kept fighting until all the flour was out of the box and onto the ground.